Zhou Yu twisted his head to look, only to see an elder entering the room, followed by a tall and attractive woman.
Zhou Yu was somewhat displeased as he said,
"Who are you, and who let you in?"
The woman was quite overbearing, as if giving an order,
"Hand over the Fire Spirit Grass you have."
Zhou Yu's eyes narrowed as he responded coldly,
"You have three seconds to leave this place, or else, don't blame me for being impolite."
"You..."
The woman was livid, ready to charge forward and snatch it.
But she was held back by the elder beside her.
The elder looked at Zhou Yu.
"Young man, I urgently need that Fire Spirit Grass. If you could give it to me, I would agree to any conditions. In this region of Qinzhou, there aren't many things I can't accomplish."
The old man's tone was calm but brimming with confidence.
It looked like he had quite the background.
Zhou Yu's eyebrows arched.
